There is so much of you I like.
Even more than you ever knew.
Even more than yourself,
Might disbelieve to think I like.
There is so much of you I like.
Even more than you want me to.
Even though I can't help,
What it is to me you do.
It's in the way you smile.
That I like.
It's in the way your eyes dance too.
Day and night.
It's in the way you talk and walk.
And your honesty I feel is true.
There is so much of you I like.
Even though you think I'm insincere.
Even though you think I'll disappear.
But I'll confess it to you now,
Everything about you I like.
It's your way of listening.
That I like.
It's in the way you look at me.
That I like.
It's in the way you say,
It's okay to say what I like.
And that makes you,
More loved to like.
And that makes you,
For me so special.
And that makes you,
On my mind to stay...
As long as I like.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem